Reimagining Self-Compassion

For everyone who knows the words and still can't feel them.

Sunday night I gave you a name for what a lot of us have been carrying: functional burnout. The exhaustion that isn’t dramatic enough to count as breakdown. The kind that keeps going to work, keeps showing up for the kids, keeps nodding in the meeting — and then collapses into Sunday evening with a glass of wine and a vague, unplaceable dread.

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